In the cradle of their arms so dear,
Comfort and warmth banish all fear.
Their love, a beacon in the night,
Guiding us with gentle light.

Through every triumph and every fall,
Their unwavering support stands tall.
In their eyes, we find our worth,
The purest love upon this earth.

Their sacrifices, silent and grand,
Weaving dreams with a loving hand.
In every smile and every tear,
They are always, ever near.

As time flows and seasons change,
Their love remains, a constant range.
Unyielding, bound by no decree,
A testament to eternity.